"Oh, good," Steven breathes a sigh of relief. He's pretty fit thanks to this being Marc's body but-- well. Marc usually does all the running. He's the one who sits there and reads all the time and doesn't want to be disturbed or dragged outside. "You're a hard man to keep up with, mate. Felt like that went on for miles."

He spots the tree and visibly recoils a bit, eyebrows furrowing.

"Umh... did we pass that tree before?" Trees don't just randomly have burns on them. At least, not the kinds of trees he's used to.